Yet, This Evil God Only Knows How to Draw Cards - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Stealing Fire (I)

Londinium is a city of frequent rain.

You never know when the rain will arrive; it ignores the distinction between day and night, falling in varying intensities and bringing immense inconvenience to people’s lives.

Thanks to this climate, Londinium possesses the world’s most advanced drainage system—otherwise, the city might have long ago become a place permanently submerged in rainwater.

There is even a joke about it: if you want to judge whether a person is a genuine Londinian or a “country bumpkin” from the outside, you only need to see if he or she carries an umbrella in their bag.

And Ms. Reina was, naturally, a “genuine” Londinian.

Today was not a pleasant day for her. Having to work overtime was annoying enough, but having finally finished her work as the midnight bells chimed, she stepped out the door only to see threads of rain drifting through the air.

Though it wasn’t a torrential downpour that made travel impossible, both the earthy smell stirred up by the rain and the dampness covering every surface added insult to the injury of Ms. Reina’s already sour mood.

Trash. Pests. Filth that should have been thrown into the gutters long ago!

Ms. Reina cursed viciously in her heart.

The rain seemed to grow heavier. Ms. Reina wrapped her coat tighter, hunched her shoulders, and hurried along the nearly deserted streets.

As she walked, however, Ms. Reina gradually began to sense that something was wrong.

In this silent yet noisy rainy night, it felt as though there were more than just her own footsteps.

But those other footsteps skillfully overlapped with hers, to the point where every time Ms. Reina moved, it felt as if her feet were striking a double beat.

“Da-da.”

“Da-da.”

The footsteps followed Ms. Reina unhurriedly; when she walked, it walked; when she stopped, it stopped. Rather than mere stalking, the owner of these footsteps seemed more inclined toward “amusement”—treating Ms. Reina as prey and enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

Ms. Reina finally could no longer endure this push-and-pull torment. she quickened her pace for a few steps and disappeared behind a street corner ahead.

The person tracking her in the shadows also accelerated to follow.

However, the moment the tracker turned the corner, a small, exquisite silver pistol was already pressed against his chest. Although Ms. Reina’s beautiful, refined face could not hide the exhaustion of an overworked employee, the gun in her hand was held remarkably steady.

“If you chose me as your hunting target, then I can only say with regret that you found the wrong person.”

Ms. Reina sneered and pulled the trigger.

However, the bullet did not repel the enemy before her as she had expected. On the contrary, the opponent laughed, and his figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

It was an extremely tall man. From beneath his messy black bangs, a pair of grayish-green eyes appeared. His pale face was stained with a chilling, frenzied smile as he stared at Ms. Reina, a small knife held in his hand.

“Ms. Reina, I know you,” the black-haired man said. “A believer of the God of [Law], a fourth-tier Divine Favored.”

“That gave you the courage to walk alone in the dark.”

“But unfortunately,” the man smiled, “my Divine Favor is higher than yours.”

A scream for help rang out in the pitch-black rainy night, but everything soon returned to silence. The torrential rain washed away all traces, as if cleansing away all sin.

It wasn’t until a long time later that a team of people wearing stiff, pitch-black uniforms—almost blending into the night—appeared on the scene with grim expressions.

“This is already the sixth victim.”

“Still no sign of him?”

“Headquarters just sent an order; no more victims can be allowed to get involved.”

“Understood… we need to employ some unconventional methods to speed up the process…”

They took away Ms. Reina’s body, which had turned somewhat pale from soaking in the rain, and left in a hurry.

A new resident moved into No. 221 First Avenue.

First Avenue was located between the central district of Londinium and the slums, not being excessively close to either side. The people who chose to live and work here were just like First Avenue itself: neither excessively rich nor excessively poor.

Apartment 221 had been vacant for a full half-year since the previous tenant moved out; thus, when a new tenant finally moved in, several surrounding residents showed curiosity about the new neighbor.

Auntie Sora boasted loudly to others about her knowledge of the new neighbor: “Yes, I saw him the day he moved in and even greeted him… Hey! I’ve never seen such a handsome young man! That aura of his is really something else!”

Auntie Sora lowered her voice, speaking mysteriously: “I guess he’s from out of town, probably wanting to apply to one of the high-level academies in Londinium in a few months, so he came to rent a place early to understand the situation and prepare.”

At this point, Auntie Sora felt quite proud.

Even if it was only First Avenue—her family were proper, native Londinians!

This identity seemed naturally to make her feel a bit more noble.

The door to Apartment 221 behind her was pushed open from the inside at that moment, and the new tenant who had sparked the discussions of the First Avenue residents finally appeared before everyone’s eyes.

It was a youth.

The youth had long silver hair and purple eyes, wearing clothes that were not formal wear but had a strange sense of luxury. On his head sat a top hat adorned with gems and various other decorations.

Auntie Sora called out to the youth, “You’re coming out, Su Yer.”

“Good morning, Auntie Sora,” the youth responded with a smile, then good-naturedly chatted with several other neighbors. Though he was friendly, there was a natural nobility in his every movement, much like the rich and noble people one occasionally saw walking out of the central district.

Su Yer had sneaked down from the Heavens three days ago.

There was no other choice; without Faith points, he couldn’t draw cards, and if he couldn’t draw cards, he was essentially useless. No matter which way he looked at it, developing his own believers and plundering more Faith was a matter of urgent priority for Su Yer.

But if he wanted to develop believers, staying in the Heavens—within Tonatiuh’s Solar Palace—certainly wouldn’t work… Fortunately, Su Yer was slightly different from normal gods, which allowed him to enter the human realm privately.

Generally speaking, the range of activity for gods was restricted to the Heavens above and the Underworld below. The human realm could not withstand their massive power; even the descent of the lowest-ranked god would be an overload for the fragile human realm caught in the middle.

The greatest interference they could exert on the human realm was to grant miracles, develop believers, and perform a “Divine Descent” through the body of a believer, allowing their consciousness and power to appear briefly in the human realm using the believer as a medium.

As for anything more? Not a chance.

But Su Yer was different.

After all, this Evil God truly… lacked even a shred of ability.

Such a god had never appeared before, not to mention that Su Yer had just proved his absolute qualification as the next [Sun] to almost all the Righteous Gods during the naming ceremony, witnessed and endorsed by the World Tree. Therefore, no god would suspect that he could sneak away to the human realm.

Apartment 221 on First Avenue was the temporary residence Su Yer had chosen for himself… though a large part of the reason he chose it was that it reminded him of the famous 221B Baker Street.

Su Yer was well-versed in how to exchange pleasantries with these neighborhood aunties and was accepted into their circle almost immediately.

Auntie Sora enthusiastically took a piece of bread, freshly baked that morning, from her basket and stuffed it into Su Yer’s hand while warning him: “Su Yer, you must absolutely not go out at night lately.”

She made a mysterious gesture: “You know about that serial killer who’s become famous in Londinium recently, right? The newspapers reported this morning that the sixth victim appeared last night! The scene of the crime was only one district away from us; that killer has definitely drifted over here!”

Auntie Sora looked at Su Yer’s slender wrists, then at his thin frame that clearly belonged to a youth, and finally at that face that looked like some exquisite, fragile piece of art, and let out a long sigh.

“You must pay attention to your safety,” she urged.

Everything about the boy Su Yer was good, except he looked far too weak and seemed to have no ability to protect himself.

Faced with her kind reminder, Su Yer simply maintained a smile that didn’t even change the curve of his lips: “Mhm, don’t worry Auntie Sora, I’ll keep it in mind.”

After a few more words with Auntie Sora, Su Yer took his leave. There were still many places in his apartment that needed tidying, and Su Yer’s trip out was also to purchase some necessary—or at least, necessary in Su Yer’s view—daily supplies.

However, after Su Yer returned to his apartment carrying various bags, before he even had time to put down the things in his hands, a summoning circle shimmering with a deep purple luster began to slowly emerge in front of him.

Su Yer was shocked.

Su Yer knew about this summoning circle; when a believer of a god wanted to contact the god they worshipped, they would set up a ritual, offer sacrifices, and finally pray sincerely. If the god was willing to “pick up,” the summoning circle would appear before the god, establishing a temporary pathway for both parties.

However, this was exactly the point that left Su Yer bewildered.

Huh? What?

How could he, an Evil God who had just been born and whose name wasn’t even known to the world yet, actually have a wild believer out there attempting to summon him?

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